| It’s customary to pop the mary
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| Rock canary cuts when the snitches get stitches Because they cut canaries
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| I’m very blunt, but with words is fierce, stuff is heavy
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| Thrash God, virgin ears, then I bust the cherries
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| Strawberry blunt, scatter coffin
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| Emcee steady front, I got em coffins (My nigga, where is the love?)
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| Step into my office, for those who don’t know
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| Don’t show no love and keep it secret so I won’t know
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| I’m so passionate, my presence make you insecure
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| These wack questions get flipped back on them interviewers
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| They like describe yourself, I’m like that’s your job
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| Ain’t you a scribe yourself? |
| These nigga’s lazy guy
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| We stay involved, we off the books like librarians
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| Then beef like vegetarians, civilized and barbarians
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| I vilified like a villain that’s on a
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| The chariot’s on fire, a freedom fighter like Harriet
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| If you really know me lemme know and show that you appreciate me
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| Cause life hasn’t been too easy lately
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| Was down in the dump smokin'
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| Sippin' on cups and crowns, goin' through these ups and downs like jump-roping
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| Thinkin' I shoulda listened when they suggested I learn the trade
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| Go to school, read a book, earn a grade I’m in pain (My nigga, where is the
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| love?)
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| Instead of dealin' with promoters that are janky
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| Comin' off a flight, tryna be polite, but I’m cranky
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| Cause they didn’t pick me up hotel far from swankey
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| And they full of soft stories like they bout to yank a hankey
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| Get the show still go on an they thank me
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| But fuck them, just to put it frankly
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| And if you really love me, lemme know I’m sick of the guessin'
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| I should be who y’all pick and requestin'
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| Imagine if you put yo heart in this and this with the park
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| From the start finish it would feel like they were kickin' yo chest in (fuck)
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| Where the love that we used to be hearin' of?
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| Blood on the leaves, that lead you to where we was
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| We both now or neva like we was comparin' drugs
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| The heart ain’t been the same so it ain’t no compare us
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| Where the love, where the stand tall next to you by any means?
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| I was there for heavy tell em pick the scene
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| And what they did to me, consider it past tense
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| If I gave ya my word then you don’t gotta act stiff
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| If they ain’t livin' the same, then cut, they livin' off
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| Cuz right or wrong, I showed you what I was livin' for
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| In the door when they was talkin' bolts and padlocks
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| I overcharged off of them havenots
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| I payed forward, the best thing that you wonder, you doin' math
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| My approach too nice on the beat and they call it trash
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| The irony or whateva should come with it
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| But I fell to look in the mirror and love the vision
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| Where the love, eh? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Where's The Love , by - Diamond D. Song from the album The Diam Piece, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп